06-25-2013, 08:18 AM
There are, to be quite honest, a number of ways to install paranoia into a Malkavian. It isn't that hard and sometimes it's done without the offender even knowing they've done until it's too late. Telling her that she is to meet the Rabble and then replacing said Rabble with a Rose, is very much on the long list of Things One Ought Not Do.
She had not noticed the Toreador at first. Not right away. Cat's eyes were busy taking inventory of the Castle - the Keep - because, let's be honest, it isn't a place she visits with any real interest or frequency. All of this finery and prettiness are not either of those things to Cat. She doesn't care about the tapestries or the paintings or how one thing is a beautiful interpretation on the latest offerings of the minimalist artistic community.
No, Cat was looking for things that might be used as weapons. That chair. That pen. Those lamps. That guards right arm.
Lucille says Sabbat and this brings the Malkavian's attention to bear fast and hard upon her. [Don't look at her eyes!] She doesn't. [We need those glasses, the ones from that film? We would know then how ugly she is beneath that silk.] She stifles a small grin.
"No." She shakes her head. "We shouldn't say the 'S' word. It's too soon after..." She says, mouth twisting to one side, frowning deeply. Fingers tug at her left ear and she shakes her head at the woman, pulling her shoulders back and fighting to quiet what's in her head for the moment.
"You're not meant to be who I see. I was meant to see Rasmussen. The Rabble. The Brujah. The smart one. He's okay, I hear it on good authority that he is a-okay."
Fingernails scratch unforgivingly at her scalp. "Why did you say the S word?" Cat fixes Lucille's shoulders with a firm look before peeking at the guards. "I never said the S word. You said it."
"I need Him. He isn't here. I'll take the other one, please. Rasmussen. I was promised I would see him, it isn't very proper to lie to a guest."
[you stupid thing you, you didn't say the magic words!]
"Oh. Please? And thank you."
She had not noticed the Toreador at first. Not right away. Cat's eyes were busy taking inventory of the Castle - the Keep - because, let's be honest, it isn't a place she visits with any real interest or frequency. All of this finery and prettiness are not either of those things to Cat. She doesn't care about the tapestries or the paintings or how one thing is a beautiful interpretation on the latest offerings of the minimalist artistic community.
No, Cat was looking for things that might be used as weapons. That chair. That pen. Those lamps. That guards right arm.
Lucille says Sabbat and this brings the Malkavian's attention to bear fast and hard upon her. [Don't look at her eyes!] She doesn't. [We need those glasses, the ones from that film? We would know then how ugly she is beneath that silk.] She stifles a small grin.
"No." She shakes her head. "We shouldn't say the 'S' word. It's too soon after..." She says, mouth twisting to one side, frowning deeply. Fingers tug at her left ear and she shakes her head at the woman, pulling her shoulders back and fighting to quiet what's in her head for the moment.
"You're not meant to be who I see. I was meant to see Rasmussen. The Rabble. The Brujah. The smart one. He's okay, I hear it on good authority that he is a-okay."
Fingernails scratch unforgivingly at her scalp. "Why did you say the S word?" Cat fixes Lucille's shoulders with a firm look before peeking at the guards. "I never said the S word. You said it."
"I need Him. He isn't here. I'll take the other one, please. Rasmussen. I was promised I would see him, it isn't very proper to lie to a guest."
[you stupid thing you, you didn't say the magic words!]
"Oh. Please? And thank you."